Type-Moon, What Do You Mean You summoned Tiamat?!

Moonlight flowed like water, pure as frost. In this long, dark night engulfed by apocalyptic despair, seven golden beams of light, as if piercing heaven and earth, suddenly descended without warning, tearing through the deep darkness that had spread to every corner of Snowfield City.

On the dilapidated rooftop of the Crystal Hill Hotel.

The Golden King sat cross-legged on the shattered floor. Under Enkidu's control, the earth belonging to this land continuously flowed into his body from his abdomen, filling and healing the fatal wounds pierced by the Sea of Life.

At that moment, dazzling golden light continuously shining on the horizon caught their eyes. Enkidu, clad in white robes with flowing green hair, stopped what he was doing. He slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked up, and quietly gazed at the completely shattered darkness and the powerful auras of the great Heroic Spirits rising beneath the night sky.

"Grand rank…? This time, the human side truly went all out against that Mother."

Enkidu let out a quiet sigh and, as if remembering something, slightly turned his head to look at his best friend behind him.

"But… this is truly unexpected." A faint doubt appeared on his delicate face. "Gil, I thought human order would forcibly appoint you as the Savior in this critical situation."

"Hmph. The so-called Grand rank is nothing more than a boring job forcibly crammed into the vessel of a specific Saint Graph to correspond to the suppression mechanism's inhibitory power."

Gilgamesh displayed a contemptuous smile, the absolute arrogance of humanity's oldest King of Heroes evident in his crimson eyes. "My throne has stood tall in the land of Uruk since ancient times. Why should Alaya grant me the Grand rank? Competing for such a lowly servant's title is an insult to a king's dignity."

But… that was true.

In this world, there were very few Servants qualified to hold the position of "Grand Caster." According to the underlying logic of Type-Moon, the destructive power of a Caster, the amount of magical energy accumulated, or the level of divinity had never once been the criteria for judging a Caster's Grand rank.

As humanity's ultimate defense mechanism, Alaya believed that the pinnacle of magecraft was ultimately observing truth and the world. Only those who possessed the ultimate omniscient eye capable of seeing through the flow of the world and time were qualified to stand at the pinnacle of Casters.

Merlin, who observes the present; Gilgamesh, who observes the future… and those who can observe both past and future—

As if realizing something, Gilgamesh raised his head and looked up at the sky. For the first time, faint ripples appeared in his majestic red eyes.

"Could it be… that coward has also come?"

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…Outskirts of Snowfield City.

Beyond the desert lay an artificially created oasis. At this very moment, the boiling black sea of life was quietly swallowing the edge of the oasis like magma.

However, right beside this death lake that seemed capable of devouring everything, a handsome barefoot man with long hair, wearing a white scholar's robe, sat cross-legged by the lakeside, leisurely fishing.

Upon closer inspection, one would realize that the fishing rod he held was improvised by weaving branches broken from a nearby tree.

Even more astonishing was the fact that the fishing line submerged in the black mud had no bait attached at all. The hook swayed in the wind, creating ripples on the water's surface.

Just as the man was leisurely humming an Eastern-style tune—

Buzz—!

Behind him, dazzling golden light quietly condensed like a dawn sword cleaving through darkness, taking shape beneath the night sky.

"Trying to catch fish in the lake with something like this… Even if this planet were to perish, it would still be impossible, Rider."

Suddenly, an extremely mysterious and sacred voice rang out from behind the man.

She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl clad in pure white battle attire. Countless fairies of light danced and swirled around her like fireflies in the night sky, as if a merciful goddess stood untouched by any worldly impurity.

What the woman firmly gripped in both hands was the pinnacle achievement of planetary defense and the symbol of hope for the planet's inner sea—

The Holy Sword of the Stars.

Guardian of the Star Sea, Artoria. Or perhaps, what had descended at this moment was not King Arthur who drew the sword from the stone in human history, but the Fairy of Avalon who had completely sublimated and transformed into the very concept of the Holy Sword.

It seemed capable of severing apocalyptic despair—

Grand Saber... Artoria.

The Grand Rider Taigong Wang turned his head and looked up and down at his shining colleague in the air.

He showed no sign of surprise and waved with a smile. "Oh, if it isn't Grand Saber? Nice to meet you. Want to go fishing together? The mud here might smell, but the catch is surprisingly good."

Silence.

A momentary, deathly stillness.

The next instant.

The lips of Artoria, once sacred and inviolable, twitched slightly.

The single sacred ahoge on her head suddenly stood straight up like a surprised radar.

"...Huh?"

The goddess's mystical and elegant voice instantly broke, letting out a countryside-girl-like shriek.

"Wait, wait, wait! Hey, you with the fishing rod over there—that's the Sea of Life capable of completely resetting the planet's ecosystem! You were fishing in the Sea of Life?! What on earth were you thinking…? Has your brain been assimilated by Tiamat?!"

"Don't make the sacred descent of a Grand Servant look like a casual Sunday afternoon by a rural river!"

Taigong Wang blinked, completely unfazed by the other party's panic, and continued swinging his fishing rod with a smile. "Ah, please don't say that. For a Grand Rider candidate, going fishing upon encountering a river is only natural. It's the refined hobby of an Eastern sage."

"This is the sea?! This is a landslide! What kind of monster did the rebel army summon to fight Humanity's Evil?!"

She had been perfectly dignified and sacred until just moments ago, but the instant she learned that Taigong Wang's so-called fishing was actually in the Sea of Life, he could no longer maintain her composure.

Artoria covered her face in despair. The tragic emotions she had prepared to destroy the world were completely shattered by a fishing rod.

"Aaaah... As expected, this is glamorous Savior's job. I want to go back to Avalon. I want to eat hot croissants..."

Taigong Wang stared at the woman before him for a while with considerable curiosity, then quietly laughed. "I see. Even though your Saint Graph has sublimated into the conceptual embodiment of the Holy Sword, you still retain the personality and memories from when you were Fairy Artoria, don't you?"

Upon hearing these insightful words, Artoria's dissatisfaction abruptly stopped. She was clearly surprised and looked up at the smiling fishing sage with slight astonishment.

"Surprised that I saw through your true nature, Lady Saber?"

Taigong Wang smiled lightly and casually placed his fishing rod against a nearby branch. The previously relaxed atmosphere subtly changed as he said, "Actually, I qualifies as a candidate for both Grand Rider and Grand Caster."

His gaze passed through the boiling black mud toward the dazzling pillar of light shining at the highest point of the night sky. His usually frivolous eyes now held a rare solemn light.

"Initially, I thought the position of Grand Caster would be taken by the Counter Force this time, but…"

He let out a quiet sigh. "However, it seems a very important person has appeared and taken the Caster position."

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…Amid the ruins of the desolate Snowfield Reservation.

Shocked by the information from Da Vinci, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash felt as if they had been injected with a powerful stimulant. Their nerves, stretched to the limit by the apocalyptic situation, now began to tremble uncontrollably.

Grand Servants.

They were existences standing at the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes, granted the highest-rank Saint Graph vessels.

They were not born to participate in Holy Grail Wars, but were specially designed as the ultimate weapons of the Counter Force to save the primate world and defeat the Great Calamity and Humanity's Evil (Beasts) that sought to destroy human history.

In most past Singularity restorations, to conserve vast amounts of magical energy, the Counter Force usually only dispatched ordinary Servants with excellent compatibility against enemies for targeted support—sometimes not even dispatching ordinary Servants at all.

But this time, before the Mother Goddess of Creation, the human army had mercilessly deployed seven Grand Servants…?

Facing the Mother Goddess of Creation was immense pressure, but... the prospect of fighting alongside the great heroes standing at the pinnacle of myth was undeniably thrilling.

"Da Vinci, where should we rendezvous with them now?" Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath to suppress her racing heart and asked hurriedly.

On the projected screen, Da Vinci typed rapidly on the keyboard. "If nothing unexpected happens, those seven servants should already be heading to stop the Mother. You must immediately break through to the central battlefield. You will definitely encounter them!"

At that moment, Da Vinci seemed to suddenly confirm astonishing data from the monitoring equipment. Her eyes lit up, her voice filled with surprise.

"And... Chaldea has decoded the true name of one of the Saint Graphs! Could it be that he's also here?!"

"Could it be…?"

"The King standing at the pinnacle of magecraft, Grand Caster — Solomon!"

"According to the highest records of the Mage's Association, he is the omnipotent existence who controls the 72 Demon Pillars and laid the foundation for modern magecraft! Possessing supreme clairvoyance that sees through all truth of past and future, as long as this King of Magecraft exists, no matter how desperate the magical mystery, even the power of the Mother Goddess of Creation will surely find a solution... This is undoubtedly the strongest trump card we can obtain!"

"For such a powerful Grand Servant to descend on his own... This time, our support is stronger than ever, Senpai!" Mash's purple eyes shone with surprise as she unconsciously gripped her shield, power surging through her.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded firmly, as if the mountain weighing heavily on her heart had been slightly lifted.

However, those at the front lines did not notice that there was one person in Chaldea's central control room who had not spoken a single word until now.

…Romani Archaman.

His gaze was fixed on the wavelength sequence on the screen representing the "Solomon" Grand origin.

"Solomon…?"

The man's voice seemed to carry complex implications.

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash looking filled with hope, he opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed the words he wanted to say.

Then, with a faint hope, the man asked, "Mash, Ritsuka, the Master who summoned Tiamat, Matou Yuu... Is he really dead?"

The moment she heard that name, the orange-haired girl who had been extremely excited just moments ago felt her mood plummet as if doused with cold water.

She looked down irritably. "Just now on Underground Floor 3, Alcides' Hydra-poisoned arrow pierced his heart head-on, and then someone triggered a violent explosion... If Mash hadn't risked her life to activate her Noble Phantasm, we definitely would have..." she whispered.

Mash, standing nearby, noticed Romani Archaman's unusual demeanor. With a slightly confused expression, she looked at the male spiritual communication contact. "Doctor, you seem to have something on your mind…?"

It was important to understand that the difference between Grand Servants and ordinary Servants was as vast as heaven and earth.

Ordinary Servants were familiars whose status had been lowered by the world and crammed into the narrow frame of class, retaining only one-tenth of their power. Grand Servants, on the other hand, were the highest-rank Saint Graphs that Alaya had created using all of humanity's resources to protect Human Order.

One was a defective product created under a magus' instructions, while the other was a divine punishment weapon symbolizing the will to destroy the world.

The difference in their magical energy accumulation and output levels was like a drop of water compared to the ocean.

Now, with seven champions assembled in this unprecedented lineup… what was the doctor still worried about?

Romani Archaman simply stared silently at the confused-looking girl on the screen, unconsciously clenching his hands hidden under the table.

After a while, he slowly relaxed his fist, took a deep breath, and a bright smile once again appeared on his face.

"No… It's nothing! With seven Grand Servants here, you can do it! Do your best!"

The man clenched his fist tightly, his expression growing even more solemn.

"In any case, your top priority is to cooperate with the Grand Servants... That Mother's black mud must absolutely not be allowed to flow out from the North American continent... At the very least, this calamity must be contained within the Snowfield City region!"

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…"Tiamat, Goddess of Creation, at her peak... Hmm? Humans are, after all, creatures that repeat the same mistakes and learn nothing from them."

In the cold night wind, a man clad in magnificent white robes stood quietly at the highest point of the ruins.

His wide robes were embroidered with intricate sacred gold and red patterns. Ten golden rings emitting dazzling light were quietly fitted on his slender fingers. One of those rings now displayed a faint phantom that seemed about to disappear.

The man had long, flowing white hair cascading down his back and dark brown skin contrasting with that pale hair.

He slowly raised his head and quietly gazed at the swirling black mud before him with majestic golden eyes, as if showing mercy to all living things.

This time, the practitioner who had actively manifested was Solomon, directly sealed into the Grand rank.

According to Solomon's original plan, he should have hidden in the Temple of Time, devoting himself to preparing the grand magecraft spanning three thousand years—Humanity's Incineration.

However...

The man stared blankly at the Mother Goddess of Creation high in the sky, who had already fallen into complete frenzy. His hands, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, were unconsciously clenched.

For three thousand years, he had planned to burn the entire history of humanity from ancient times to the present as fuel, extracting enough heat to trace back to the birth of the planet and create a perfect new world without death or sorrow.

If Tiamat first destroyed human history and replaced the existing primates with her black mud and Laḫmu, this plan to incinerate humanity would be completely thwarted.

Therefore… no matter the cost, Tiamat must be stopped here.

Only...

"You are now merely a hollow shell, yet you truly intend to face the Beast II head-on…?"

Thinking this, the man couldn't help but let out a small sigh.

No matter how extraordinary the Saint Graph of a Grand Caster might be, in the end, it was merely a shell he had borrowed from that man.

Even Solomon, using this limited disguise to fight against the Sea of Life that possessed infinite magical energy and immortality, was forced into an even more difficult battle.

"For the sake of the so-called Holy Grail War alone, for the sake of that ridiculous grudge among magus, they forcibly awakened this planet's primordial creation system…"

Crack.

The moment those words were spoken, the reinforced concrete beneath the man's feet was instantly shattered into pieces by an extremely terrifying magical power.

Solomon's originally perfect grand imitation technique was slightly distorted by intense anger at this moment, finally revealing a glimpse of his ferocious, beast-like true nature.

"Humans!"

He suddenly took a step forward.

The next instant, he forcibly suppressed his anger, his entire body transforming into sacred, dazzling golden light before vanishing into the night wind.

—Beast I, Goetia.

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…The silent night had long been covered by the Sea of Life.

The atmosphere inside the Snowfield City Police Station was suffocatingly heavy.

Orlando sat expressionlessly behind his desk. Despair-filled reports continuously streamed from the radio station beside him.

["Chief! The defense line in the 3rd Block has collapsed! That black mud is dissolving the buildings… Open fire! Open fire! Aaaaaaah!"]

["Buzz… This is the 7th Squad! A swarm of winged non-human monsters has appeared on Fifth Street! Bullets have no effect! We are… puff" Zzzzt!]

Crackle!

["Command! Surrounded! All escape routes are blocked, help… zzz…"]

Listening to the echoing death knells, Orlando suddenly turned his face and looked out the window. There, a massive object was slowly advancing toward the city center along with the Sea of Life.

His resolute face was gloomy, as if water droplets were about to drip from it.

The next instant, he immediately dialed an encrypted call.

The moment Faldeus answered the phone, Orlando's suppressed anger erupted like a volcano.

"Faldeus, open your eyes and see what you've done! Is this what you call having everything under control?! You've plunged the entire city—no, planet itself—into the abyss!"

The fact that this Chief, known for absolute rationality and always remaining calm and dignified, had uttered such vulgar words spoke volumes about how gravely the situation had deteriorated.

"Chief Orlando, I can well understand your current anger."

On the other end of the line, Faldeus appeared to maintain his usual composure, but for the first time, a faint tremor appeared in his eyes as he stared at the screen.

Clearly, even Faldeus had not expected that his supposedly perfect plan would now push his own existence to the brink of destruction.

"To be honest... I myself did not anticipate that the Mother would be able to break through the Imaginary Sea rift. It was certainly my misjudgment."

"Don't worry. I will take responsibility for my actions… I have already reported to Pentagon Headquarters."

"I will personally clean up the chaos that follows. And—"

On the other end of the line, Faldeus stared at the seven beams of light descending before him through the high-altitude drone surveillance screen, his voice carrying unprecedented fervor.

"It seems quite terrifying creatures have appeared once again."

Orlando instinctively turned his face.

Gradually, the sturdy Chief's eyes slowly widened in shock.

Outside the glass window, the terrifyingly ferocious Tiamat had, as if suddenly sensing an extremely threatening natural enemy, stopped her movements for an extremely rare brief moment.

BOOM—!!!

The next instant, seven dazzling golden beams of light pierced heaven and earth, descending upon the ruins of Snowfield City!

Their vast, terrifying golden magecraft transformed into whirlwinds that blew away the entire city.

They seemed to possess miraculous power capable of purging all impurity and darkness, actually pushing back the boiling Sea of Life by several meters and bringing a peace to this dying land that made one want to shed tears.

"Tiamat, no matter how enraged you may be… for the sake of humanity's survival, I must stop you here."

From one of the pillars of golden light, a girl's voice spilled forth with a mysterious, sacred resonance.

As fairies of light danced, she slowly raised the Holy Sword imbued with the radiance of the Star Sea in her hand.

"Ex—"

"Calibur!!!"

BOOM—!

A dazzling golden torrent with power to purify heaven and earth erupted toward Tiamat!

The very instant the light of the Star Holy Sword shone, illuminating the entire night sky above Snowfield City.

Richard, positioned at the edge of the city's underground air-raid shelter, was protecting his master, Ayaka Sajyou, while searching for a safe shelter for her.

At that moment, as if sensing something, the golden-haired knight's eyes suddenly lit up. He sharply turned his head and looked in that direction with an excited expression.

"This aura… this radiance! This is undoubtedly the true form of the Holy Sword!"

The golden-haired knight's voice was filled with excitement. "Could it be... Could it be that King Arthur herself has descended?!"

Almost simultaneously, a bright blue meteor pierced through the clouds in the night sky, falling with terrifying mass that distorted gravity!

"Stop here, Tiamat!"

With a deafening roar, a massive object the size of a small mountain slowly emerged from the crater.

Super Orion!

He was an archer, yet showed none of the weaknesses typical of archers. The man merely drew his massive bow, like a cannon, and the immense load on his arms seemed to make even the surrounding space creak.

"This is a single strike with the power to shoot down even stars and gods! Transcend pure love and pierce through this mire of despair—!!"

Super Orion suddenly released the bowstring. The gravity arrow, enveloped in the radiance of a weapon forged by the gods, transformed into a second world-destroying beam and shot straight toward the Sea of Life!

Immediately after, a sun-like dazzling light slowly appeared in the sky.

"No calamity can extinguish the light of the primates."

A majestic man with arms spread wide, clad in ancient sacred armor, descended from the sky like a supreme god.

Enveloped in golden light, he looked down upon the raging black mud. His powerful voice resounded like thunder in the depths of people's souls. "Where there are humans, there is always Rome!"

"Transform into the Tree of Light and carve open this desolate place—Per Aspera Ad Astra!!!"

Simultaneously, from within the fourth golden light, the clear sound of a heavenly jade bell echoed through the night sky.

A handsome immortal in white scholar's robes stood upon the phantom of the Eastern Taiji Bagua, leisurely floating in the air.

Taigong Wang put away the simple fishing rod he had been holding. A faint seriousness appeared in his usually smiling eyes.

"I'm sorry, but this is all for humanity's survival."

He raised his hand, and an immense amount of immortal energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a massive whip emitting light that suppressed the concepts of all things. "Allow me to show you a glimpse of the essence of Eastern immortal arts—God-Striking Whip, Descend!"

Within that fifth golden light, there was no sacred radiance—only dense, suffocating black smoke and an aura of death.

A blond man wearing sunglasses and a modern tactical suit casually emerged from the smoke.

Enveloped in the sacred power of Aztec mythology, the seemingly ordinary modern gun in his hand gathered powerful sacred flames capable of evaporating seas.

"Hmm... I never imagined there would be someone capable of enraging the Mother Goddess of Creation to this extent. Humans are truly mysterious creatures."

The Grand Berserker who manipulates smoke and death... Tezcatlipoca.

With a cigar in his mouth and a faint smile, he pulled the trigger. "Dance until you turn to ash in the frenzy of the First Sun!"

However, amid the concentrated firepower capable of destroying a continent, the seventh beam of light that should have descended did not appear.

"At such an important moment… why is that troublesome Grand Assassin absent? Alaya's defense mechanism remains full of holes as always."

Within the sixth golden beam, Solomon coldly stared at the massive Mother Goddess before him, a chilling light dwelling deep within his eyes.

As he slowly raised both hands, intense heat erupted from the ten golden rings, driving people toward despair.

"Very well. If an unintelligent beast like you intends to reset this planet and obstruct my grand cause... At this very moment, you and your desperate black mud shall vanish!"

At the critical moment when Snowfield City was completely covered in snow and human history was on the verge of extinction, the great Heroic Spirits finally descended from the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes in their strongest forms!

Simultaneously.

Deep within Snowfield City's underground command center, a dazzling green light suddenly lit up on the encrypted communication channel before Faldeus.

When the confirmation report came through the headset, the man's tense lips finally curved into a faint smile.

"Has military support finally arrived?"

Faldeus gently pressed the Enter key symbolizing the highest command.

"Then, release all security locks." He slowly raised his head. "Let us have this ancient Goddess of Creation taste the greatest masterpiece of modern human civilization!"

BOOM!

The ground at the secret military base on the outskirts of Snowfield City began to shake violently.

Countless strategic weapons suddenly ignited with dazzling flames.

In addition to their intercontinental ballistic missiles, of which they were greatly proud, the U.S. military possessed a fleet of Tomahawk cruise missiles equipped with the highest-yield thermobaric warheads.

They rained down from the sky like a meteor shower!

Excluding the absent Grand Assassin, the six Grand Servants, together with countless missiles symbolizing the pinnacle of modern human technology, converged at this moment like a storm illuminating the entire North American continent, charging in unison toward the massive object at the center of the black mud.

Despite having lost her sanity, Tiamat's movements were temporarily slowed by the coordinated assault launched by multiple Grand Servants from the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes.

However, this obstacle brought about no change.

On the contrary, it seemed to further enrage this ancient Mother of Creation.

"AAAAAAAAA——!!!"

Accompanied by a soul-crushing cry of despair, intense rage instantly exploded throughout the entire Sea of Life!

The Sea of Life undulated violently like boiling water.

Immediately after, ominous black-aura silhouettes quietly emerged one after another from the endless black mud...

They were the Avengers who had just been swallowed and assimilated by the Sea of Life—Alcides.

Faldeus in the underground command center frowned upon seeing the fallen Heroic Spirits surging like an army on the screen, but quickly shook his head lightly.

"Mass-produced Heroic Spirit weapons flaunting authority...? However, Grand-class firepower cannot be compensated for by mere numbers—"

His voice suddenly stopped for an instant.

Through the screen, he was shocked to see dazzling deep crimson light shining within the jet-black sea of life.

And then came the second round, the third round.

Like a spreading plague, finally, within the swirling black mud, tens of thousands of crimson lights suddenly lit up.

It reflected countless massive bows drawn to their limits, desperately gathering high-concentration magical energy!

Gulp.

At that moment, a strong ominous premonition suddenly welled up in the man's heart.

A terrifying thought that felt like being crushed by despair suddenly crossed his mind.

Alcides had been completely assimilated by the Sea of Life.

This was the reason Tiamat had been able to create so many mass-produced bodies using the power of Life Creation.

So the question arose. Could the Noble Phantasms engraved upon the souls of these mass-produced Greek demigods be replicated?

Faldeus stared at the screen. After a long silence, an awkward smile appeared on his face.

"No matter what, it shouldn't have turned out this badly..."

The commotion suddenly stopped.

Because he had clearly seen, from the corner of his vision, the sky filled with red light that had suddenly erupted from the Sea of Life.

Simultaneously with Tiamat's intense song echoing through heaven and earth, tens of thousands of mass-produced Alcides released their drawn bowstrings in unison.

It was the most powerful martial art the great hero of Greek mythology had used to slay the Hydra.

"Nine Lives—!!!"

BOOM—!!!

Tens of thousands of arrows born from the gods rained down like crimson rain. The destructive arrow storm violently clashed in midair with the incoming modern missile swarm and the Noble Phantasms of multiple Grand Heroic Spirits, violently shaking space itself.

But that was not all.

Before the Grand Servants present could recover from that terrifying sight…

The Sea of Life floating upside down in the sky undulated violently, condensing in midair into a massive jet-black hand that covered the sky.

And beneath the countless terrified gazes, the jet-black massive hand symbolizing the power of the Mother Goddess of Creation, America's proud aerial missiles, and even the Noble Phantasms of multiple Grand Servants were all shattered into pieces!

Click.

Taigong Wang's immortal formation collapsed upon first contact. Super Orion's arrow turned to scrap metal in midair.

Even the light of hope for the inner sea in Artoria's hand was completely repelled by Tiamat's impossibly massive Saint Graph.

"Not only is her magical energy output level on a completely different dimension... Do even the planet's laws not apply to her?!"

Romulus gritted his teeth, but the spear of light in his hand began to crumble under the corrosive effect of the black mud, developing terrifying cracks.

Meanwhile, not far away in the air, Solomon—forced to equip the Grand Form shell—had a face as gloomy as dripping water.

His arms trembled violently beneath his wide white robes. The ten golden rings emitting extremely high temperatures flew out, desperately resisting the erosion of the Sea of Life.

At this very moment, at the edge of the battlefield.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash, who had just arrived at the front lines after overcoming countless hardships, looked up at the apocalyptic divine punishment-like scene unfolding before them, their faces pale and expressionless.

Even if they had once held a burning belief in saving humanity, after witnessing this overwhelming and complete defeat, a sense of despair welled up in their hearts.

If even the combined firepower of humanity's most advanced technology and the Grand Servants standing at the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes—the ultimate trump card of the Counter Force—could not shake this enraged Mother...

Faced with a calamity that defied common sense and was immortal.

Was it truly possible to face such an existence head-on?

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